The Waves and the Flying Flowers (Wulin Foreign History·a Fellow of Shen Fei)

Don't lean on the railing when you wake up from drunkenness. The faint fragrance falls on the snowy mountains in the cold. Looking at the remaining green clouds in the cold night, looking back at the green bamboos and ripples of autumn water. The moon reflects the phoenix tree and the phoenix bird perches on it, drinking wine and sighing, speechless. The grass is withering, the misty rain is twilight, and the sky is full of sand outside the Hall of Eternal Life. Qionglou Huaying is thinking infatuatedly, Xiaoxiao is blushing with tears. Xia Ran's crying marks are gone, and her tender heart is broken, who can take pity on her. The flying stars hate the sky, and the Yinghua flowers are buried on the top of a hundred frosts. The road to rivers and lakes is cut off, and hatred lingers deep in Zihuaxuan. The fog dissipates and the true face appears, with a fragrant and haggard posture leaning against the pavilion railing. The harp is locked deep in the Yao sound, and it has been in the mortal world for many years. Conception: